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Norther, Souther, Wester, Easter

I'm not a happy camper. Know why? I had to mow my lawn today for the first time this season. It was getting pretty thick and everyone around me had already taken care of theirs... so I was the lone hold-out.

When I went out to the shed, I found that my string trimmer had broken. The little cup that actually holds the string had fallen apart. Time for a new one, I guess.

As I'm cutting my back yard, I can see my neighbors setting up for the big Easter holiday party. They've got a car port on the side of their yard that faces my back yard. It almost looks like they're saying "I wish this guy would hurry up and finish so we can get our party started". They'd bring something out to the table... look over at me as I'm cutting the yard... then go back in for something else. I don't know that it was intentional, but that's how it seemed to me.

No sooner had I finished then the rest of the family showed up. I swear, if I had a camera, I'd be shooting pictures that could go right straight into an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog. There were little girls in white dresses, boys in khaki, men in plaid shorts, women in sundresses -- the whole thing. It was an American wet dream.

So I head over to my parents house and we're sitting on their screened-in back porch eating dinner when the neighbor behind them begins to mow his lawn. It wouldn't bother me -- if this was the first time it happened. It seems like every time we get together like this, he chooses THAT moment to crank up his mower and maintain his lawn. Every time.

Thankfully, this holiday was uneventful for me. My sister was driving up from her daughter's house in North Carolina and stuck in major traffic. We tried to warn her that there was going to be traffic on a holiday weekend but she didn't listen. She had some time off and this is what she wanted to do (visit her daughter, not get stuck in traffic). We had dinner at 4:00... she arrived at 7:00. Most everyone else had already left.

Still haven't heard from Superman. I'm going to assume that he and his wife Lois took the kids on vacation since it was spring break.

Either someone is taking pictures of the outside of my house or there is lightning in the air.

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